Title: Unbearable

Rating: R
Summary: Ishida was just…
Warnings: shrugs
Disclaimer: The belong to whoever owns them

Written for gogoangelgunboy smooches

Ichigo sighed heavily.

He thought he could have dinner in peace. That was the main reason why he decided to stop by this ramen stall on his way back from school. He did not feel like facing his father's craziness over dinner.

He thought he could stand Ishida once in a while. After all, this was his favorite ramen stall, and Ishida was here first, and he would not stay for too long anyway.

But nope.

Ishida was just…

"Stop it, will you!" Ichigo snapped, irritated.

Ishida stopped, glancing at him, his mouth was still connected to the bowl with long lines of noodles, his hand and chopsticks floating mid-way.

Ichigo almost slammed his forehead to the stall table at the sight, but he steeled his heart. "You're making too much noises," he gave Ishida his nastiest scowl.

Ishida glanced once again, then… I sluuurrrppp I ! The noodles disappeared into his mouth.

Ichigo banged his head on the stall table, next to his half-eaten bowl of ramen, not minding that the ramen seller might be looking at him with a frown right now.

Another slurp.

And another one.

Ichigo gritted his teeth, gripping his chopsticks tightly, his knuckles turned white.

Another slurp.

Then the sound of chopsticks being placed on the table.

Ichigo began to inhale… only to stop when he heard gulping sound as Ishida drank his ocha.

Ichigo groaned, the sound was even worse than the slurping sound. If the slurping tickled him all in the wrong place, the drinking sound sent shivers straight down to his spine… uh – navel.

It made him feel stupid.

Why Ishida, of all people?

Gritting his teeth, Ichigo lifted his head, and turned around. Ishida was dabbing his mouth neatly with a piece of tissue, his lips pink and pouty from the heat of ramen and ocha and looked…

Ichigo looked away.

"You'd better eat your ramen soon, it's cooling," he heard Ishida talking, feeling Ishida's weight leaving the bench they shared together.

It struck him. Ishida was leaving.

Ichigo missed the noises already.

But… but… there was no one around them right now, no one that they knew, except the ramen seller.

Ichigo spun around and grabbed Ishida's arm, pulling him closer. Before Ishida could protest, Ichigo tugged on his hair, pulled his head down and plastered his lips on Ishida's hard.

Ishida's protest came out a few seconds later, in the form of a faint growl at the back of his throat.

But that could be a sign of excitement instead of a protest.

Ichigo kissed harder, snaking one arm around Ishida's waist, holding on tightly.

Another growl, there was no mistake that it was an excited one this time.

De-li-ci-ous.